There're tears in your eyes
But don't ask why
When you're so sure of it
That you could fly
When you're falling down
Think you'll die
When you find your wings
And you can fly
Well you just better be sure
Before you cut the cord
that you don't want to speak anymore
When you're falling down like you fell before
When you're falling down like you fell before
But you cut the cord
You cut the cord
Snow drops grow in the foot prints of the saints
The pure white snow there's no darkness to taint it
And I would paint your picture, like you paint your toes
Oh you better be sure before you let go
Oh the snow came down, like it did before
And the paint dripped on the floor
Beauty skips away on the land
The beauty skips again with the springtime skin
And the lambkins sip down at the ford
And you better be quick when you cut the cord
It's all going now, it's all going
You can start your life again,
Start your life again
While it's snowing
Yes while it's snowing
And the wind is blowing
And the Rams are ramming
The Ewes are lambing
Spring is growing, and you must be going
You better be sure, before you cut the cord
That you don't need me no more
You don't need me no more
You better be sure
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